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I was on the trailing end of all my father's siblings and cousins having kids, which meant I got some pretty well-worn hand-me-downs.
My first bike was a Flintstones Bike. No training wheels, no brakes. I learned to ride it by going to the top of the hill and then pushing off towards the bottom. The first time I got going well, I went all the way to the bottom of the hill and off of the retaining wall at the end of our front yard. I hated that bike, and was the happiest kid in the WORLD when I got a freestyle bike with pegs on the front and back, and a platform. I learned to surf really fast.
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